The scene inside my car at the tail end of a 6.5 hour journey with small boys and only Cracker to soothe my soul.
Take me down
“Give him back to me”
To the infirmary
“Mom, he stole monkey”
Lay me down
“OUCH”
On cotton sheets
“What is going on back there?”
Put a damp cloth
“He hit me in the head”
On my forehead
“Why are you hitting your brother?”
Lay me down
“Because he just BIT me”
And let me sleep
“I'm going to pull over and bite both of you if this continues”
I know the whiskey, it won't soothe my soul
And the morphine won't heal my heart
But if you take me down to the infirmary, oh yeah
I won't have to sleep or drink alone.
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Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Dancing Queen
I'm thrilled that it's taken a turn for August so early in the year. Sunshine. Hammock season. Little League games. Neighborhood walks. Heaven.
Lastly, what makes me happiest (well, one of the things at least) is dancing like a goofball (yeah, an oft-cited fact). Out with the girls a couple of weeks ago, we were driving home early and made a spontaneous U-turn on Monroe Ave. Kidnapped them with a last minute decision to see the Hi-Risers at the Bug Jar. We waded successfully to the front of the crowd and danced our little hearts out. Too much fun.
And last week, Cracker. Not as glorious as last year because a) I love dancing outside in the rain and b) their set was much too short this year but they're such great musicians, it never grows old for me. The best part? They played their Camper Van Beethoven hit, Take the Skinheads Bowling. The second best part? Sal, their bass player, stopped to chat with us in the parking lot after the show. Apparently, they had gone to the Bop Shop, home of the Hi-Risers' Greg Townson, earlier in the day and loved it. What's not to love?
Finally, this weekend is the 24th annual Bob Dylan birthday party at the Bop Shop atrium. Taking the kids to hear daddy play Positively 4th Street. Can't wait. Memorial Day weekend here we come!
Lastly, what makes me happiest (well, one of the things at least) is dancing like a goofball (yeah, an oft-cited fact). Out with the girls a couple of weeks ago, we were driving home early and made a spontaneous U-turn on Monroe Ave. Kidnapped them with a last minute decision to see the Hi-Risers at the Bug Jar. We waded successfully to the front of the crowd and danced our little hearts out. Too much fun.
And last week, Cracker. Not as glorious as last year because a) I love dancing outside in the rain and b) their set was much too short this year but they're such great musicians, it never grows old for me. The best part? They played their Camper Van Beethoven hit, Take the Skinheads Bowling. The second best part? Sal, their bass player, stopped to chat with us in the parking lot after the show. Apparently, they had gone to the Bop Shop, home of the Hi-Risers' Greg Townson, earlier in the day and loved it. What's not to love?
Finally, this weekend is the 24th annual Bob Dylan birthday party at the Bop Shop atrium. Taking the kids to hear daddy play Positively 4th Street. Can't wait. Memorial Day weekend here we come!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Mini-weekend: Day 18
Spent Tuesday afternoon with my neighborhood girlfriends and all of our kids on the Sam Patch. Son #1 was beside himself with anger.
Son #1: I don't like to learn during the summer. I never wanted to go on this boat. What part of this remotely sounded like fun to you?
Me: We're outside, in the sunshine, with friends. That's fun to me. And we're experiencing the canal firsthand, rising up and down as they fill and drain the locks. It's cool to see from the water instead of the shore.
Son #1 was not convinced and spent the entire ride inside looking out the window.
Yesterday was spent in a wave of appointments including taking Son #1 to the acupuncturist to treat his Tourette's. When home, the vinyl siding dudes were pounding on the house. No respite. I felt like I needed a vacation from my vacation.
In the car on the way to my hair appointment, I heard the latest Cracker song that they performed while here a few weeks back. As I planned my escape, it suddenly became my new favorite song.
"Baby you need a break so lets just run away."
Son #1: I don't like to learn during the summer. I never wanted to go on this boat. What part of this remotely sounded like fun to you?
Me: We're outside, in the sunshine, with friends. That's fun to me. And we're experiencing the canal firsthand, rising up and down as they fill and drain the locks. It's cool to see from the water instead of the shore.
Son #1 was not convinced and spent the entire ride inside looking out the window.
Yesterday was spent in a wave of appointments including taking Son #1 to the acupuncturist to treat his Tourette's. When home, the vinyl siding dudes were pounding on the house. No respite. I felt like I needed a vacation from my vacation.
In the car on the way to my hair appointment, I heard the latest Cracker song that they performed while here a few weeks back. As I planned my escape, it suddenly became my new favorite song.
"Baby you need a break so lets just run away."
Friday, June 19, 2009
Cracker Soul
Every once in a while you score one of the best nights ever. Last night: Cracker. They played heaps o' hits including Eurotrash Girl, Low, Movie Star, Sweet Thistle Pie, Get Off This, Teen Angst, etc., and a fabulous new tune, "Turn on Tune in Drop out with Me," from their latest CD. If I had the chance, I would have run away with David Lowery right there and then. Shockingly enough, he didn't ask me to.
I, of course, picked up my girlfriend Ellen straight from work so I was wearing a black suit and heels. (Way to rock out.) Yet, at the end of the night, this guy that Priddy Mary thought was hot but looked more like a cuter version of Joey from Z Rock came up to me and said, "I'm not hitting on you but wanted you to know that you're the cutest thing -- dancing in the rain."
Seriously. For someone suffering from chronic low self-esteem, it was such an amazing compliment. Who ever you are and where ever you may be: thanks.
I, of course, picked up my girlfriend Ellen straight from work so I was wearing a black suit and heels. (Way to rock out.) Yet, at the end of the night, this guy that Priddy Mary thought was hot but looked more like a cuter version of Joey from Z Rock came up to me and said, "I'm not hitting on you but wanted you to know that you're the cutest thing -- dancing in the rain."
Seriously. For someone suffering from chronic low self-esteem, it was such an amazing compliment. Who ever you are and where ever you may be: thanks.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Rain Down on Me
Tonight: Cracker! Too bad we're having torrential downpours at the moment. I'm hoping they can still play in this mess.
This morning I heard Paranoid Android which felt totally perfect for the day.
Rain down, rain down, come on rain down on me
From a great height, from a great height, height . . .
Wow. I can't believe this song/CD is from 1997. Feels like only yesterday?! I suddenly know what it means to be living a still life from a moving vehicle.
This morning I heard Paranoid Android which felt totally perfect for the day.
Rain down, rain down, come on rain down on me
From a great height, from a great height, height . . .
Wow. I can't believe this song/CD is from 1997. Feels like only yesterday?! I suddenly know what it means to be living a still life from a moving vehicle.
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